Please note that this wasn't written by me; it was written by my 18-year-old sister. I thought I would get a better perspective if I made someone else type my bio (or pretend to think so in order to appear more philosphical than I really am). But everything in brackets and the watermelon candy bit is mine. She wrapped me.
Hi. I'm watermelon candy wrapper. Not really, but you shouldn't give your true name out on the internet, or big green monsters will come and eat you up. And have your family for dessert. And your friends for soup.
Boo. Scared you, didn't I? (*re-reads above paragraph and screams in fright*)
I stare at things a lot. My sister says this gives me a pop-eyed myopic frog look. I think it makes me look brilliant. I like to read funny things, and to make sure people are happy and free of spam.
I haunt mugglenet, and (because a certain myopic frog behind me is croaking with the syllables 'gi gont') I think I can speak clearly with my mouth closed and full of ginger ale. (Which tastes good)
WC (!)... W
(Ah, yes, and I'm 13, incase that was the reason you read this. But don't you dare turn that into a subject for criticism - treat me like any of the other authors on this site or I'll give the big green monsters a new item on their menu.)(*Giggles girlishly, incase that was the other reason you read this for*).
Summary: After Harry dies defeating the Dark Lord, Ron just isn't the same. And after one horrid night in particular, Hermione decides that she can't take it anymore. But who will she turn to in her darkest hour of need? HG/GW pairing. Warning: contains abuse.
Summary: I was born the day you kissed me...I died inside the night you left me...But oh how I lived while you loved me. . . .
The sequel Agapanthus is up!